Summer

School is out, as of Monday. The girls are at the summer house, along with the dogs. I am in a hot apartment in Providence, trying to orchestrate and organize my life. I wish I were at the shore, for sure. We are so tied up by real estate I cannot think. We cannot move from A to B to C until we sell A. And no one's offering, and the price goes down and down, and down some more, along with our cash and aspirations, our freedom to make good decisions, our peace of mind. Why us? On the surface of things, all is well enough, but one misstep and we are in big trouble, swimming in air, on the rocks: pick your own favorite scene of destruction. You know what? I think I'll go out for a walk and take in some fresh air. I am stewing in all these bad anticipations, and there is not a thing I can do to resolve the situation. Amean. Still time for change!